There fire germinates with melting tongues:
rainbow icicles mirror the drifting land
growing new skin every day,
cracked, suspended in the serene call
of lactating mountains
under the Midnight Sun.
I’ll place my feet on that warm, spacious
ground, glacial time,
when Sky turns cosmic green,
in waves, traveling in between.
Maja S. Todorovic
Reblogged this on poetryonsite and commented:
I loved the imagery and thought I’d share this poet’s work today
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Thanks Redhead! 🙂
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I love the imagery of this wonderful poem!
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Thank you 🙂
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This is simply beautiful. The lines scan, and I have to call this fine blank verse. I hope I’m not out of line about making a suggestion, and I apologize if you take exception. In the fourth line of the first stanza, rather than “Cracked suspended in the serene call,” I would write “Cracked serene suspended in the call.” Again, this is a fine blank verse poem. Please don’t get mad.
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I appreciate your kind suggestion. Nevertheless, this poem is inspired by my recent visit to Iceland and each word and image is triggered by the fresh memories and that’s how lines were born. Hence I like this way how it turned out 🙂
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Of course! Liked by you is what counts, not my obsession with meter. Worse, I tend to think in the pentameter.
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Vivid connectivity to your beautiful memories. Thank you Maja!
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Thanks Charles for reading 🙂
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Beautiful poetry.
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Thank you 🙂
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